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Bussa Bus' One seven Rap God Notorious My warriors Be glorious Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up So keep my dick up out your mouth don't be twisting the story up I'm from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria Hit you with no delaying So what you saying ho All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow Yeah my .40 cal bang more That pops off of Wayans bros Wet up shit like the rain though This what we trained for I am off of the chain hoe Call me the Django Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat On these tracks I'm Usian Bolt Nothing has came close This is what I get payed for Dropping grenades hoe Just bought broski a Draco I give him the say-so Black mask like he Space Ghost Try me like Dej Loaf I ain't gotta call my hittas up I'll come and get rid of you Smiling looking sinister Pull up in somethin' tinted up Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I'm the minister I ain't perfect with my kids if I ain't working I encourage higher learning I'm teaching through fire verses Till the day we lie in hearses I'm fighting the lying serpent Ride and lurking Hit you pussies make sure you don't die a virgin Johnny Torture Tire burning I'm fancy like writing cursive Rap God I'm way to real to have someone come write my verses Dangerous You know this ain't a game to us My bang will bust These bullets hit your brains and guts Get changed to dust Ain't no one else to blame but us You strange to us Fu niggas cannot hang with us You lame to us These other rappers plain to us My labels tough Like KD back with James and Russ Word to my mother I'm Eating like supper time I come from trouble times I knew the sun would shine Im hot like summertime Dreaded like Busta Rhymes My girl so fucking fine Mo' cake than Duncan Hines They said Hip-Hop was dead But i came just in time My bars hold hella weight Bitch I'm just pumping iron This is serious These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause I made them bleed like a bitch on her period Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious This is that part of chess I got you all in check They thought I wouldn't make it I made them all regret I ball so fucking hard The ref might call a tech Might hit the mall and flex My sons and my daughter fresh I'll never sell my soul Bitch i won't fall for that You can't get me to change You got to call collect Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check I'm more than blessed and more calculated than architects I'm who they call the best Flew from a falling nest If I feel y'all a threat We outside of y'all address You don' f'd up all black we dressed up Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester I ran into the law man that shit was messed up Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio Don't get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio Just know that when you see these clips you ain't watching no movie though No I don't give a fuck who he run with or who he know I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio For acting funny like Chris Rock I'll smoke them like pookie, hoe I got powers like a monster and I'm saucing I'm groovy, hoe And I've been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow SQUAD!
Writer(s): Walter Bradford, Langston Childs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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